Aug 4, 2016
It was been a quiet night at the bar. Evelyn gave a soft hum as she drank from her rum and coke, green eyes wandering over the few patrons who were there. Quiet night, indeed. { hello ! c:
@bartender-by-day
It wouldn’t be quiet for long as Jari kicked the door open and stumbled into the bar, mumbling angrily under his breath. His shirt was spattered with blood and he carried a bloodied femur in his left hand. He walked up to the bartender and slammed the femur on the table loudly, ignoring the stares he got from the other customers.
“Gimmie yah strongest shit,” he ordered. Normally he wouldn’t drink, but screwing up a kill was enough to make him want something to tear up his insides. He was off his game today and it pissed him off.
